But the child that stands amid the blossoms gay
Is sweeter, quainter, brighter, lovelier even than they.
Oh, tell me, little children, have you seen her—
This baby girl from Norway, Nikolina?
Slowly she’s learning English words to try
And thank you if her flowers you buy.
—Celia Thaxter.
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“Lock the dairy door!” Oh, hark, the cock is crowing proudly!
“Lock the dairy door!” and all the hens are cackling loudly.